[Rebirth] King of Theater

"Short Stories" is actually a well-known magazine, not a "small workshop" as Mr. Bernie Brown said.

Moreover, its reputation is not the same as that of "Literature Weekly".

The reputation of "Literature Weekly" is good to the outside world, and it is very suitable for fooling laymen and newcomers.

This is all because the editor-in-chief Mr. Wilson is relatively snobbish, full of utilitarianism in selecting manuscripts, and occasionally engages in some secret operations (which can be seen by a discerning person). Therefore, the general attitude of colleagues in the industry towards this publication is hard to describe.Say it's not good, sometimes it's okay; but say it's good, sometimes it's too disgusting to do things.

"Short Stories" is different.

Its reputation, whether it is external or internal, is solid and has no water.

Therefore, once Al's two novels were published, they immediately attracted the attention of many people.

If it is said that the previous publication in "Literary Weekly" was like throwing a stone into the lake, which caused a few ripples; then, the publication in "Short Stories" is like a wave hitting the shore, although it looks relatively thin, But there are also some surging postures.

On this day, the regular party held by the wife of Senator Gary Jones was still full of guests and friends.

The celebrities in the literary and art circles still get together to chat lively. Usually, they will talk about state affairs and news in the circle, but occasionally they will talk about some weird gossip.

On this day, a poet suddenly started to talk, and asked Mrs. Jones, the hostess of the banquet, directly: "Madam, do you know the campus murder case reported a few years ago?"

Mrs. Jones was holding a glass of red wine and looking not far away with a smile. She was taken aback when she heard the words, and subconsciously replied: "I can't bear to watch it, but I have heard a little bit about it, saying that a student went crazy and was hacked to death with a knife." so many people."

At this moment, a sculptor beside him laughed and interjected, "I know why you bring up this outdated case."

Mrs. Jones, who just "couldn't bear to watch it", couldn't help being curious, and asked suspiciously, "How did you know? Could it be that you two colluded and came to tease me together?"

The sculptor and poet smiled at each other.

In fact, they are not very familiar with each other, but at this moment, they seem to have a common tacit understanding.

Said the poet: "We are talking about the new work of the magazine "Short Stories."

Mrs. Jones raised her eyebrows: "Oh? I haven't had time to buy the new issue yet. Is there anything unusual about it?"

The sculptor said: "The start and end are amazing, very surprising. I can't regain my senses after watching it for a long time. The more I think about it, the more scared I become."

The poet immediately followed suit and sighed: "I really didn't expect that the evil and darkness of human nature can reach such a point."

Then, the two of them were still performing normally, you half-sentenced and I half-sentenced:

"At first glance, it seems absurd..."

"But it makes sense when you think about it."

Then, the two said in unison: "It's creepy!"

Mrs. Jones was amused by their performance.

She couldn't help but asked excitedly: "I haven't heard of this, is it a new story, a new author?"

Immediately, someone beside him burst out laughing.

Then, someone came over enthusiastically selling Guanzi popular science.

"Although he is a newcomer author, to us, he is also an acquaintance."

"That's contradictory."

"No contradiction, no contradiction, do you still remember the article "My New Friend Will"?"

"Hahaha, of course I remember! Wait... Since you mentioned that article, could it be that the author is the same person?"

"Yes, exactly!"

"Oh, I must read it. The last article was really full of irony. A certain person dared not go out for several days because of this. It really made me laugh to death."

In this way, not only Mrs. Jones, but many people became interested.

Immediately, someone enthusiastically suggested: "Whoever of you has a magazine, take it and have a look."

There are magazines.

But there are many people at the banquet, and it is too slow to pass it on one by one.

Therefore, a person who is good at reciting took the initiative to recommend himself, saying that he could read it to everyone at the banquet.

This is nothing!

At the beginning, he read really vividly...

Everyone cheered and applauded him!

Just reading and reading, the voice became lower and lower, and trembled.

until the end...

The atmosphere of the whole banquet was not right.

The wind was blowing, and everyone seemed to be participating in a supernatural story contest rather than a social banquet. All of them were pale, and no matter how hard they tried to talk and chat, they seemed to be forced to smile.

When Mrs. Jones saw off the guests one by one, she was about to die of anger, and her beautiful eyes glared at the poet and the sculptor angrily.

She yelled angrily: "Damn it! It's all your fault for mentioning it! This night, this night is too uncomfortable."

"But it is indeed a good story, we just want to recommend good works." The poet tried his best to defend.

The sculptor also echoed embarrassingly: "That's right, just seeing everyone's frightened appearance is enough to prove the excellence of the work. You can't deny it."

Mrs. Jones thought about it patiently, and then managed to be reasonable: "Well, for the sake of recommending good works, I won't be angry anymore."

But at the next moment, she still couldn't help showing annoyed look: "The writer who wrote such a scary thing is really hateful! I should send him an invitation letter for the next banquet. When the time comes, I must see it for myself." Look, what kind of hideous and frightening hideous appearance did this guy have to write such a bad and terrible story."

Al didn't know that his two stories could attract the attention of countless people in the industry.

He went to class, did homework step by step, went to the school troupe to rehearse the play, occasionally spared time, and still actively practiced writing as required by Mr. Curtis until Friday.

Mrs. Sylvie was quite responsible this time.

She specially reminded her eldest son early in the morning: "You must remember to go to school this afternoon. John's teacher asked the parents to talk. You shouldn't forget, right?"

"Don't forget!"

As Al answered, he couldn't help staring at John who was sitting at the dining table drinking milk and cereal.

Being glared at so viciously by his elder brother...

John would love to dive headfirst into his cereal bowl like an ostrich!

But he knew that it was useless to escape, so he had to put on a bitter face and once again avenged himself: "Al, I swear to God! I really didn't play truant, I didn't skip classes, and I handed in my homework on time! I I really don't know what the teacher asked the parents to do..."

Al ignored him.

In his opinion, "the bastard who has the opportunity to go to school but doesn't know how to cherish it" should be severely beaten again.

But in the afternoon, he still worried about getting to John's school on time.

Since I came here once, I found the office easily this time.

The door is wide open.

So, as soon as Al walked to the door, he happened to see several female teachers chatting together in a low voice.

He could faintly hear: "It's too scary", "What do you think..." "Exaggeration, it's not realistic at all..." "It's scary".

Al knocked on the door without thinking too much.

Hearing the knock on the door, the female teachers who were talking stopped talking at the same time, and looked over inquiringly.

Because I saw it once when John was playing hooky...

John's teacher quickly recognized Al: "Ah, I remembered. You are, are you John's big brother?"

At this time, several other teachers who had just chatted together immediately realized that their colleagues had work to deal with.

They gave Al a friendly smile, and then dispersed, giving up the space in the office.

"Yes, I am John's eldest brother."

Al stepped forward and said politely, "I came here after receiving a notice. Excuse me, what do you need from me?"

"Actually, it's nothing. John has been fairly honest recently, but... oh!"

As John's teacher said, he tidied up the messy table casually, but because of this action...

Al involuntarily glanced at the past, and as a result, his eyes stopped involuntarily.

Because, he happened to see a magazine that he was very familiar with - "Short Stories" on the desktop.

Moreover, the magazine is still open, and has obviously been read just now...

The page it stays on is the last page of the novel "Initiated by Superpowers...".

"Uh, this magazine is very good and of a high standard. Many people in our office subscribe."

Perhaps noticing that Al's eyes stayed there for a long time, John's teacher couldn't help explaining: "There are two stories in this issue that are quite...well, they are incredible! But the writing is really good."

Was praised face to face!

Was praised face to face!

Al was really pleased.

But he didn't want to show off, so he tried his best not to show it, and tried his best to pretend to be normal and said, "Oh, that's it."

The teacher gave him a look, as if he wasn't very pleased with the (overacted) nonchalant reply: "Well, I know some people might not be very interested in this aspect..."

What she meant was: [You look like the type of person who is not very interested in this. ]

Al just smiled.

He was too embarrassed to argue with the teacher, so he could only continue to pretend that he didn't understand.

Fortunately, the teacher just sighed casually, and quickly changed the subject.

Moreover, as soon as she turned to the topic, she recklessly came to the point: "I don't think your brother John is suitable for school."

The author has something to say:

[Note] Mrs. Jones appeared in Chapter 48. She is very rich and holds banquets from time to time. At that time, she named her husband Gary Jones (the family died of poverty), but no one noticed. Alas, I rarely pay attention to English names ( It’s not that I only know a few, as some readers suspect, and the reason why I only use those few is to make it easier for you to remember).

PS. I wrote a short story before, and you shouted scary, but the comments are positive.

PS. If I go out tomorrow, the update will be later and less.